Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Her two new friends did their best to entertain her. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. "I don't know his name. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. She laid her hand upon his arm. Brother and Sister VIII. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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